It was 2:30 AM, and your eyes were getting heavy, and breaths soon became yawns. You looked at your bed as if it were made of gold. You crawled into bed and pulled the blanket over you. You lay on your side, facing away from the device and the crate of disks; you really didn't want to think about them. You closed your eyes, fell limp, and just before you fell asleep, you heard something. It sounded like... breathing? And it was right behind you. Whatever was behind you, its breath was icy cold. ...